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Yahiko squinted as the light hit him. He rolled over in his futon to try and escape the sun but it came brighter than ever. Frustrated, Yahiko yanked the blankets off and rose to get dressed. He looked around for something clean to wear but couldn't find anything in his taste.
Tying up a hakama he really didn't feel like wearing, he glanced around to try and find his sword. But it was gone. He looked everywhere. He slid open his closet and began pulling out his clothes and skirt pants in hopes of finding it but it was missing.
*I could've sworn I put it in the corner next to my desk! * he thought with panic. Without another thought, Yahiko raced out the door of his room and went to see if anyone had seen it. The scent of food aroused him and he began to skip instead of run.
Reaching the door of the kitchen, Yahiko saw Kenshin standing there, whipping vegetables with the soy sauce from yesterday. Yahiko wandered in, looking at the place where Kenji had lay. His eyes narrowed with anger at the memory of Kenji's chopped up face.
Yahiko gritted his teeth, feeling his anger rise into complete undiminished restive. Kenshin dropped the spoon he was holding and turned around. He saw Yahiko and narrowed his eyes more.
Yahiko gave him a dirty look. "What?"
"You know what."
Glancing around the room with big eyes, he still looked confused. "Actually . . . I don't."
"What were you doing with the sakabato with the sharp side facing up last night?" Kenshin asked, leaning back against the counter top. Yahiko shrugged.
"Don't want to talk about it right now," murmured Yahiko. Kenshin slammed his palm down on the counter, causing Yahiko to jump.
"I DO!" he yelled. Yahiko jumped back startled. Then, he narrowed his eyes in realization. *He doesn't think that I . . ? *
"What're you getting at?" he demanded, placing his hands on his hips.
Kenshin side, running his hands through his hair. "WHY were you standing in front of Kenji's room with the reversed blade flipped?"
Yahiko's jaw dropped at what Kenshin was thinking. "You don't think that I . . ."
"Someone sliced his face yesterday Yahiko. There is utterly no way that glass could've cut him in a cross like way," Kenshin went on.
Yahiko narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth in an angry like manner. "I would never do anything like that to Kenji and you know it! Why don't you ask Mushu if he had anything to do with this? I'm sure he would know how it happened on account of that he was THERE!"
"What's going on?" Kaoru asked, entering the kitchen.
Kenshin returned his attention to pan full of vegetables. Kaoru glanced at Yahiko for an explanation but he had already turned to leave. Kaoru knew something was amiss and wanted to know what had exactly happened.
She walked behind Kenshin, placing her hands on his shoulders. She was a little surprised at how tense his figure was but was relieved when he went limp.
"Kenshin," she began turning him around, " I heard you yelling at Yahiko. Why? I mean, that's just not like you."
He looked away from her, not daring to look in her eyes. "That scar from the glass. There's no way . . ."
"That Kenji could've cut himself by falling on it?" she finished. Kenshin sighed and stepped away from her hold.
He shook his head, trying to clear the anger trying to submerge from within. "Yahiko with his sword, looking in on Kenji. I thought . . ."
"Kenshin!" Kaoru stepped back, surprised. "How could you believe that Yahiko would do such a thing? You know him way better than that!"
"Then who could've possibly done that to him?" he asked. (A/N In case you haven't figured it out, this is Kenshin's idiotic side coming into view.)
"You are such a baka," she said, smacking her forehead.
"Oro?"
"Don't you give me an oro! You know what I mean mister!"
"Actually, I don't . . ."
"YAHIKO wasn't even THERE when Kenji was CUT! Only MUSHU WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kaoru screamed Kenshin scratched his head for a minute.
"Oh . . ." he said after a while.
"Yeah, so I think that Yahiko deserves an apology," Kaoru said, tapping her foot. Kenshin hung his head with shame of ever thinking that Yahiko was capable of doing such a thing.
Kaoru rested her head on his back and sighed. "Honey, why would you ever think of Yahiko doing a thing like that?"
"You know I don't know? I guess . . . it's just the pressure of everyone. Everyone looks down on me because I was an ex-hitokiri. I have the scar to remind me of that everyday but Kenji . . . now he's haunted by me.
"Now every time he looks in the mirror . . . he sees me . . . I don't want that, Kaoru. I really don't. Kenji doesn't deserve that. He's so young, pure, innocent. But my hands are stained with blood . . . I can't turn back but he had a chance of life . . . a chance of living life normally but because of me, he's now officially known as Battousai Jr."
Kaoru's eyes softened and a few tears fell down Kenshin's shirt. She had known that his assassin days were over but the memories weren't. Night after night . . . day after day . . . he was still being haunted by the dreams. They stood there in front of the overcooked vegetables, sadness engulfing them.
Kenshin closed his eyes, placing his hand over Kaoru's. She hugged him closer, scared of the future. Not their future but their son's. It was hard enough on him as it was with him being Kenshin's son but to have a scar to prove it . . . Kaoru began to let out soft cries.
*Kenshin . . . I know your only human . . . * she thought wearily * This must be so hard for you . . . I wish I could do something to help but I . . . *
Before she could think anymore, Kenshin turned around and embraced her, kissing her gently on the lips.
"Mommy? Daddy? What's wrong?" Kenji asked, wandering into the kitchen. Kenshin didn't answer. He simply walked over to Kenji and took him into his arms. Then, he pulled Kaoru in and hugged them close.
*My family . . . * he thought as he hugged them tightly.
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In case yall haven't noticed, I WANTED Kenshin out of character. I really did. And I'll tell you why. Kenshin's human, even he can't be polite forever. Think about it. If you were him and your son was cut up just like Kenji was, you'd go up the wall to, wouldn't you? . . . Yeah, that's what I thought.
Nothin to say except thanks for the reviews. Next chappie.
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Yahiko squinted as the light hit him. He rolled over in his futon to try and escape the sun but it came brighter than ever. Frustrated, Yahiko yanked the blankets off and rose to get dressed. He looked around for something clean to wear but couldn't find anything in his taste.
Tying up a hakama he really didn't feel like wearing, he glanced around to try and find his sword. But it was gone. He looked everywhere. He slid open his closet and began pulling out his clothes and skirt pants in hopes of finding it but it was missing.
*I could've sworn I put it in the corner next to my desk! * he thought with panic. Without another thought, Yahiko raced out the door of his room and went to see if anyone had seen it. The scent of food aroused him and he began to skip instead of run.
Reaching the door of the kitchen, Yahiko saw Kenshin standing there, whipping vegetables with the soy sauce from yesterday. Yahiko wandered in, looking at the place where Kenji had lay. His eyes narrowed with anger at the memory of Kenji's chopped up face.
Yahiko gritted his teeth, feeling his anger rise into complete undiminished restive. Kenshin dropped the spoon he was holding and turned around. He saw Yahiko and narrowed his eyes more.
Yahiko gave him a dirty look. "What?"
"You know what."
Glancing around the room with big eyes, he still looked confused. "Actually . . . I don't."
"What were you doing with the sakabato with the sharp side facing up last night?" Kenshin asked, leaning back against the counter top. Yahiko shrugged.
"Don't want to talk about it right now," murmured Yahiko. Kenshin slammed his palm down on the counter, causing Yahiko to jump.
"I DO!" he yelled. Yahiko jumped back startled. Then, he narrowed his eyes in realization. *He doesn't think that I . . ? *
"What're you getting at?" he demanded, placing his hands on his hips.
Kenshin side, running his hands through his hair. "WHY were you standing in front of Kenji's room with the reversed blade flipped?"
Yahiko's jaw dropped at what Kenshin was thinking. "You don't think that I . . ."
"Someone sliced his face yesterday Yahiko. There is utterly no way that glass could've cut him in a cross like way," Kenshin went on.
Yahiko narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth in an angry like manner. "I would never do anything like that to Kenji and you know it! Why don't you ask Mushu if he had anything to do with this? I'm sure he would know how it happened on account of that he was THERE!"
"What's going on?" Kaoru asked, entering the kitchen.
Kenshin returned his attention to pan full of vegetables. Kaoru glanced at Yahiko for an explanation but he had already turned to leave. Kaoru knew something was amiss and wanted to know what had exactly happened.
She walked behind Kenshin, placing her hands on his shoulders. She was a little surprised at how tense his figure was but was relieved when he went limp.
"Kenshin," she began turning him around, " I heard you yelling at Yahiko. Why? I mean, that's just not like you."
He looked away from her, not daring to look in her eyes. "That scar from the glass. There's no way . . ."
"That Kenji could've cut himself by falling on it?" she finished. Kenshin sighed and stepped away from her hold.
He shook his head, trying to clear the anger trying to submerge from within. "Yahiko with his sword, looking in on Kenji. I thought . . ."
"Kenshin!" Kaoru stepped back, surprised. "How could you believe that Yahiko would do such a thing? You know him way better than that!"
"Then who could've possibly done that to him?" he asked. (A/N In case you haven't figured it out, this is Kenshin's idiotic side coming into view.)
"You are such a baka," she said, smacking her forehead.
"Oro?"
"Don't you give me an oro! You know what I mean mister!"
"Actually, I don't . . ."
"YAHIKO wasn't even THERE when Kenji was CUT! Only MUSHU WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kaoru screamed Kenshin scratched his head for a minute.
"Oh . . ." he said after a while.
"Yeah, so I think that Yahiko deserves an apology," Kaoru said, tapping her foot. Kenshin hung his head with shame of ever thinking that Yahiko was capable of doing such a thing.
Kaoru rested her head on his back and sighed. "Honey, why would you ever think of Yahiko doing a thing like that?"
"You know I don't know? I guess . . . it's just the pressure of everyone. Everyone looks down on me because I was an ex-hitokiri. I have the scar to remind me of that everyday but Kenji . . . now he's haunted by me.
"Now every time he looks in the mirror . . . he sees me . . . I don't want that, Kaoru. I really don't. Kenji doesn't deserve that. He's so young, pure, innocent. But my hands are stained with blood . . . I can't turn back but he had a chance of life . . . a chance of living life normally but because of me, he's now officially known as Battousai Jr."
Kaoru's eyes softened and a few tears fell down Kenshin's shirt. She had known that his assassin days were over but the memories weren't. Night after night . . . day after day . . . he was still being haunted by the dreams. They stood there in front of the overcooked vegetables, sadness engulfing them.
Kenshin closed his eyes, placing his hand over Kaoru's. She hugged him closer, scared of the future. Not their future but their son's. It was hard enough on him as it was with him being Kenshin's son but to have a scar to prove it . . . Kaoru began to let out soft cries.
*Kenshin . . . I know your only human . . . * she thought wearily * This must be so hard for you . . . I wish I could do something to help but I . . . *
Before she could think anymore, Kenshin turned around and embraced her, kissing her gently on the lips.
"Mommy? Daddy? What's wrong?" Kenji asked, wandering into the kitchen. Kenshin didn't answer. He simply walked over to Kenji and took him into his arms. Then, he pulled Kaoru in and hugged them close.
*My family . . . * he thought as he hugged them tightly.
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In case yall haven't noticed, I WANTED Kenshin out of character. I really did. And I'll tell you why. Kenshin's human, even he can't be polite forever. Think about it. If you were him and your son was cut up just like Kenji was, you'd go up the wall to, wouldn't you? . . . Yeah, that's what I thought.